[Intro] [Instrumental: Heavy log drum beat starts, followed by a smooth saxophone riff] [Male Baritone Vocal: Deep, resonant hum, low f0] Mmm, yeah. Way too big. Listen to the words I say. [Verse 1] [Vocal Style: Rhythmic cadence, confident prosody, low vocal tension] They try to tell me where I belong But my roots go deep, yeah my roots are strong From the mainland streets to the overseas I carry the weight with a gentle breeze Oluwa guide my stepping, no misdirection I built this empire, pure perfection You see the gold on my neck, it’s a heavy load But I walk with pride down this dusty road. [Chorus] [Vocal Style: Melodic intonation, high loudness, slight intentional rasp] I wear the African Crown (Odoh!) Nobody taking me down We built this house from the ground Now we rule every town Yeah, the African Crown Hear the victorious sound! [Verse 2] [Vocal Style: Syncopated flow, West African Pidgin diction] Wahala dey for who no understand I got the whole continent in my right hand They want the recipe, they want the spice But you can't buy this with no regular price I bleed the rhythm, I sweat the groove Watch how the whole diaspora move No time for the fake, I keep it straight Destiny calling, I cannot wait. [Chorus] [Vocal Style: Melodic intonation, high loudness, slight intentional rasp] I wear the African Crown (Odoh!) Nobody taking me down We built this house from the ground Now we rule every town Yeah, the African Crown Hear the victorious sound! [Bridge] [Vocal Style: High pneumophonoarticulatory coordination, fast rhythmic chanting] Gimme the space, gimme the room We sweeping the hate away like a broom Shine so bright, no need for the sun African giant, I am the one! [Saxophone Solo] [Instrumental: High energy, complex jazz-afrobeat fusion] [Outro] [Vocal Style: Fading loudness, stable phonation, smooth vibrato] Yeah, we rule every town. African Crown. [Fade out with log drums]
